Day 1. Milan This trip is about revelation. The first mental lightning struck me as early as I was on the plane - I have to be richer. Flying economy for 12 hours, with an one year old kid screaming every 15 mins at 150 dB killed me. Someone should invent a device to stop children from crying or screaming on the plane, or just ban them from traveling...

Apart from the flight, day 1 was awesome! Two highlights of the day: saw a dead body (for real), and got pissed the first night with many new friends from around the world

Apparently an important cardinal in the Catholic Church passed away and the funeral was held at the Duomo. I passed by the landmark in the afternoon and it was cordoned, crowd gathered and said prayer together, I didn't understand a word but I mingled in and immersed myself in solemnity, it was special. Later in the evening I got back to the church, wanted to take a look inside but, to my surprise, I saw a body, until then I realized the body was laid in the cathedral for people to pay respect. I am not sure if it's the body or the church or the prayer, my heart sunk.

Back in the hostel, party was on! I met a lot of nice people from all around the world - American, British, Polish, Aussie, Kiwi, Venezuelan, German....and I was the only representative from Hong Kong (no one could tell, probably because of my red hair) it was fun to hang out with these people and listen to their stories. We are from different culture but actually a lot of our beliefs are very similar. A great night to kick off my journey.

Milan has left me a good first impression of Italy - a lot of graffiti (love them), people are nice and helpful, cute guys EVERYWHERE (Seriously, the guy helped me with my SIM card looked 90% like Bradley Cooper, and all of a sudden I forgot how to change a SIM card...huh? How? What is it?Can you help me?! Turn off the phone? How?! )

As my roommate said: I came here for the nice facial hair! Yes indeed!